The kind of cry that makes you feel like you’ve failed twice over: once as a mother, again as a grandma.
I calmed him down (barely), then noticed a group text on Olivia’s phone lighting up. I shouldn’t have looked—except her phone buzzed so much it felt urgent. That’s when I saw the words: “Let’s just not tell Mom about brunch. She’ll make it weird.”
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